spn-j2-bigbang: Compulsion Part 6, the Epilogue

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Epilogue: Silver Spring







The aftermath of the death of General Tyler Olsson dragged on for an inordinate length of time. Jared had been arrested pending an inquiry, and while there was a huge amount of evidence in his favor, he wasn’t by any means hailed as a hero straight away.

It was several weeks before he was released and allowed to make his way home to the barren apartment he’d last seen with Jensen on the night he’d first begun to feel more than lust for the man. Since Jensen hadn’t visited him at all while he’d been detained, Jared had to assume he hadn’t felt the same connection.

It was with heavy heart that he made his way up the stars and into the apartment. He wasn’t prepared for the way his apartment had changed while he’d been gone. For a start, there was now a table and two chairs, and the table was set with a rose in a jam jar, and knives, forks and glasses laid out as if for a meal. He stood, frowning, looking at the unfamiliar sight for a few moments, and then became aware of the scent of something delicious emanating from the kitchen.

Unsure if he had somehow strayed into the wrong apartment, he hurried into the kitchen, to be met by Jensen, clad in t-shirt and jeans, topped by an apron that proclaimed, ‘I Cook for Sex.’

As Jared stood in the doorway, trying to decide if he was hallucinating or if this was really happening,

“Jensen?”

Jensen turned and beamed at him. “Hey, Jay. Welcome home!”

At that, Jared was across the kitchen floor and pulling Jensen into a kiss that curled his own toes.

“God, Jen! I missed you.”

“They wouldn’t let me see you until after the inquiry was done. They said they didn’t want us agreeing on a story. I thought that the damned thing would never end, but they had to admit that you’re a hero in the end.” He smirked. “I wanted to bite them all.”

Jared stiffened, and Jensen chuckled. “Relax. Look! No second row of teeth. Your buddy, Lindberg came through with a cure. Too bad it was too late for him. He’s stuck as the only vegetarian vampire out there. He seems to be doing okay with it, though. The doc is working with him to brew some godawful thing he drinks instead of blood.’

As Jared opened his mouth to ask more questions, Jensen reached up to cup his face between his hands and kiss him again, more thoroughly than before, and Jared melted.

“Okay, Jay, we’ve got a half hour before dinner will be ready, so let me show you the other modification I’ve done to your palatial residence here.”

Taking Jared’s hand, Jensen led him through the living room and into the bedroom. Gone was the mattress that had been there and in its place was a bed, a large bed, made up with sheets and a comforter.

“See, if you and I are together, and, trust me, we are together, I refuse to sleep on the floor anymore. Creature comfort is all.” Jensen gave Jared the kind of lascivious look that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was. “So despite your attempt at minimalism, we need a bed that has just a little bounce.”

“Together, hmmm?” Jared gave a whoop, and then gathered Jensen up in his arms and took him over to dump him on the bed under discussion to test its bounce. “If you’re gonna be my little woman, and cook and clean for me, you’re wearing too damned many clothes.” With that, he joined Jensen on his new bed, rolled to cover him and pressed his mouth to Jensen’s.

Jared slid his hands up under the t-shirt Jensen was wearing, fingers relishing the touch of soft, smooth skin and petting the flesh he’d uncovered. The shirt was soon off and tossed to the floor, as Jensen tugged and pulled at Jared’s shirt to expose his torso in turn, sending the garment to lie discarded alongside Jensen’s.

Kisses. Long, luscious kisses were exchanged, tongues finding each other as they mapped out the sensitive and the soft, sliding against teeth and palate. It wasn’t long before Jensen turned his attention to Jared’s pants, deftly unfastening them and pushing them down, only to grip Jared’s buttocks and pull him in hard. Jared could feel Jensen’s solid erection, rolled his hips and let his own cock press against it, smiling when he heard Jensen moan.

“Something you want from me?” he whispered. Jensen’s response to that was to roll them over so that he was on top and growl as he bent to bite at Jared’s nipple.

“Oh, yeah.” Jensen smirked. “I want everything you’ve got.” He rolled his hips again, pressing down on Jared’s hard length and Jared’s breathing shortened as a spike of pleasure shot through him.

“Better hurry then. Don’t want dinner to burn, and I’m on a pretty short…mmmpf…” Jared was silenced. Jensen had bent his head to Jared’s lips for a long, slow exploration of his mouth.

Jared could feel the flutter of the other man's breath as their tongues twined in the slick, warmth of his mouth. His hand stroked the back of Jensen's neck and threaded through short, silky hair to cup the back of his head, cradling it, holding it steady while he explored moist lips.

When the kissing finally came to an end, Jared placed his hands at Jensen's hips, stroking with his thumbs to slide under the well washed denim that Jensen still wore, until he found flesh like hot satin beneath his eager hand. Jensen, eyelids drooping, flashed him a small grin rearing up and distracting him by revealing a torso that gleamed like marble in the lamplight, the small buds of his nipples a dusky rose and the hollow of his belly dimpling into his neat navel.

Jared ran his hands the length of Jensen's rib cage, bending up to take a nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue against it and listened for the answering gasp from his lover.

Jensen reached down then, so that his fingers could seize, and then knead at Jared's buttocks. He stroked, working the muscle with hands that caressed, and pried, and sent tickling thrills rippling the length of Jared's thighs. Pushing Jensen away momentarily, Jared fought to get rid of his pants and underwear as fast as he could, while Jensen shucked his own pants, One foot still on the bed as he performed a set of complicated, sinuous gymnastics in his urgent need to be naked.

"Come here," Jared, naked now, came around the bed to grab Jensen's hips and pressed himself back against Jensen's skin. He was shaking with the desperate need to revisit the feel of him complete and eager beneath his searching lips and trembling, urgent hands. They had been through so much since the last time they had done this, and somehow it seemed to Jared that any moment now they would be interrupted by some new threat.

He pressed Jensen back down so he could run his hands over slick, smooth skin, burying his mouth into the angle of Jensen's neck. Jared tasted him, and heard a groan that seemed to be ripped from deep inside his lover. He backed the pair of them up against the bed, and they fell, mouth still avidly sucking on Jensen's tender skin as they went down. With Jensen beneath him, pressing against his length, he could feel Jensen thrusting against him in wicked counterpoint to his own urgent motion.

Jensen's eyes glowed green-gold, cut glass through which burned desire and overwhelming need. Jared dry-swallowed. His own longing suffused him as he felt himself drown in those eyes. Slowly, he raised Jensen's hand up to his lips, running the tip of his tongue over the back of the knuckles before sucking the tips of Jensen's fingers into his mouth.

Jensen's skin was silken smooth, cool that flashed to heat against the press of his body. Jared took the fingers from his mouth and dragged his chin over the palm of Jensen's hand, hearing the rasp as his whiskers scratched. The hand against Jared's face smoothed around his cheek, paused briefly to caress an ear, and then curled around behind his head to ruffle the thick hair at the nape of his neck.

Jared licked his lips and smiled, and the hand pressed him forward, drawing him down until their lips met again and clung. Mouth pressed to mouth now, each molding itself into a conduit through which heat passed as Jared melted into Jensen. Tongue slid against tongue, slow and languorous becoming fierce and full of desire as each of them drank the other, gasping in breaths that filled lungs but didn't satisfy.

His arms were around Jensen now. His hands roamed Jensen's skin as their mouths stayed locked together, and he knew that this time he would not — could not stop, not for anything. No vampires, no ghosts, no threatening monster would come between him and his desire. Jensen was his, and they would be lovers. There was no choice.

Jensen’s cock slid against his own as they held each other, painting a sticky mark of ownership on his belly. One of Jensen's hands burrowed into his hair as he found the curve of Jensen’s backside and sketched it, then grasped it and molded the swelling of his buttocks as he pulled him in to lie close along the straining body. The knowledge of Jensen’s arousal turned cartwheels in Jared’s belly, drawing his balls up to lie close against him as his hips flexed, driving their cocks together in a sun-sparkle of sensation.

Jensen was moaning a little now, nipping and nibbling on his tongue. Jared felt Jensen's chest heave as his fingers shaped around a nipple, plucking it and rolling it between finger and thumb. The groan that followed might have been from either of them, but it found a resonance inside him, a fluttering that snaked through him as Jensen's hand fumbled down to find and clasp their two dicks, working them together.

The world pulled in then, stretching around them like a glittering, protective bubble that insulated them from everything save each other. Jared pulled away for a moment, studying Jensen as he lay flushed and panting, lips pink and swollen from the kissing, tongue tip glistening between as he moistened them. God, he was gorgeous.

Lowering his head, Jared licked at the side of Jensen's face, scraping against his beard-stained cheek. He moved down by degrees, wanting to taste all of Jensen, committing him to memory, uncertain whether Jensen would fade from his life all over again as some weird new threat rose to claim him.

His tongue bathed Jensen's neck, his shoulders, his chest, and he began to lick and suck on the small brown-pink coins of his nipples, eliciting a series of small, husky sounds from the man in his arms.

Jensen gave a long sobbing sigh as Jared slipped downwards, finding new and tender crevices to explore along the way, until at last he was level with Jensen's groin, nuzzling into the damp curls that clustered around Jensen's dick. The scent of him was musky and exciting. His taste was sharp and salty, and as his cock slipped between Jared's lips to slide along his tongue, Jared shivered. The sight of Jensen's face as he watched from higher up on the bed made him gasp and press his hips down into the bedclothes in animal need. Pressing his fingers inside Jensen’s heat to stretch him and lube him almost had him coming too soon, and he reached down to squeeze his dick, pausing until he could breathe again, while Jensen babbled out his need in pleas and then curses.

Quickly he returned to his task, allowing Jensen to slip in and out of his mouth, building tension in both of them as he did so. Soon, he could feel the rippling twitches along the inside of Jensen's cock and knew the man was seconds away from coming. He released Jensen and climbed to his knees, stroking his own solid hardness as he spread moisture out from the eye of it.

Jensen's eyes widened, and then closed. He flung his head backwards, exposing his throat and spreading his knees wide apart, drawing them up to offer himself to Jared.

"Fuck, yes! Do it to me, Jay, come on." His voice was harsh, whisky rough.

And Jared centered himself, pressing home until he could feel Jensen encasing him, the walls of his ass clasping him tightly while he buried himself as deep inside as he would go.

As they lay joined, waiting to regain a little control, it seemed only natural that their mouths should find each other once again, connecting, caressing. Spikes of sexual arousal flickered by, crowning the complexity of thoughts and emotions in his mind Jared sank himself into Jensen's body, wrapping himself in Jensen's emotions.

He felt Jensen surrounding him, sucking him in, and drawing delicious threads of tickling pleasure up from his balls as they began to move together.

He was fucking. He was being fucked. He was himself and also his lover as fire and ice lit his cock and sent him plunging, tumbling and shuddering into a meltdown explosion that spat, consuming both of them and sending spasm after spasm through them until at last they slumped, drained and tingling. Limp at last, their bodies were sated, but their minds were full of wonder as they twined around each other in bliss.

“There were times when I thought I’d lost you almost before I found you.” Jared traced the line of Jensen’s nose with a soft forefinger, his passion slaked for the moment.

“I’m glad you hung in.” Jensen snapped at the finger, playfully, catching it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. “There were a couple of times I thought the same.”

“I really hope that you’re not going to make a habit of getting turned by vampires and captured by ghosts in future.” Jared struggled up onto one elbow. “It’s all too much for my heart.”

“I’ll try my best to stay out of trouble.” Jensen chuckled.

“Good. Don’t wanna have to keep rescuing my husband from peril. People will talk.”

“Your husband?” Jensen sat up straight.

“Yeah.” Jared could feel his cheeks staining red. “If you’ll have me?”

“Oh, I will,” murmured Jensen with a grin.

~~oo(The End)oo~~






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